User blog comment:Llamao/The Strangers/@comment-3124101-20111122192136/@comment-3474228-20111122223527

Number Fourteen strides over, about to knock out the hare for good, when the old beast steps out. "No, Fourteen. Our materials are running low, since our ship took our metal with it. We will not be able to help this creature undergo the process. He will only die, and our metal will be wasted on him. Do what you want with him now."

Number Fourteen looks at the old beast, and then looks back at the hair. The spiked metal ball on the end of his chain had been looking for some action for a while. He swings down hard on the hare, the spiked ball connecting with the hare's forehead.